So, dance

On every windless midnight

The sky is lit

Brighter than daybreak

For a city worth lighting up

I sit and meditate

I do not have time to think

Thus this song here I write

It is hard to know

Whether the sputtering from across

Is that of a rusted motor

Or a shivering coyote

Drops gather

Between my toes

Whether they are mine or my lover’s

I do not know

Sometimes my chest

Is freed by a morsel

Of people that offer

Such warm relief

Love we are so little

That even our greatest inventions

Do not slightly inconvenience

The passage of time